He whom we love will come again
In majesty and power
To claim His bride, the blood-bought church,
We watch and wait the hour.
All cleansed from sin, in spotless white,
A glorious, happy throng,
His presence comforts while we wait—
Our hearts burst forth in song.
Not one asleep, shall Jesus find,
Whose lamp is filled with oil;
The Spirit keeps us wide awake
To greet the Lord, our all.
In triumph over sin and death,
The dead in Christ shall rise;
And we, caught up along with them,
Shall meet Him in the skies.